Showing posts with label Cherie Nicholls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cherie Nicholls. Show all posts

Friday, 24 October 2014

Fright Night Hop - Join in the Halloween fun #giveaway Eclipse of the Blood Moon @evernightpub #vampire



Join us for a little Halloween fun in the Fright Night blog hop! Stop by each blog to check out their favorite paranormal or spooky reads and enter their giveaways!

Hello lovely, peeps and welcome to my corner of the Fright Night Hop. With Halloween just round the corner, I had to join in now, especially as we had a recent blood moon.


You see, a few of the members of my critique group got together and came up with the idea of an anthology set around the Blood Moon, and The Eclipse of the Blood Moon was born.

We had such fun writing these stories! As part of the Hop I'm giving away an e-copy of this anthology. Just leave me a comment and tell me which paranormal creature you would love to spend Halloween with. Please make sure you leave me an e-mail address so that I can contact you should you win.


When the blood moon coincides with Halloween, the forces of darkness unite to wreak their evil spells. Will this All Hallows Eve bring joy or sorrow? Curses abound and destiny calls, as a vampire watches over his human. Devils atone to the moon, and shifters hunt their mate on land protected by a powerful white witch. An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves, and a black widow hunts her prey in human form.

In these five chilling and sexy tales, is love enough to break the cycle? Or is all lost under the orange glow of the menacing sphere in the sky?

Be Warned: multiple partners, anal sex, spanking

Available from Evernight  Amazon  ARe  Bookstrand

Here is a little hot tease from my story Destined Lovers:

"You're not running away screaming."

He raised their linked hands over his heart, and she leant into the palm cupping her face.

"I wouldn't get very far if I tried, now, would I? Not with whatever is out there." She held her breath at the fury contorting his features as his fangs ran out just a little, and her pussy contracted in response. This was insane. She didn't react like this to men, ever, only in her dreams. Come morning she could never remember the pleasure inducing shadowy figure; only the nightmares remained—nightmares that now invaded her waking hours and had her facing a real life vampire.

"Besides, if you wanted to eat me, I dare say you would have done so by now."

The hold on her hand grew painful, and the deep growl pitched her arousal higher still. Damn that was sexy.

"You have no idea how much I do want to eat you."

The growled words should have sent her screaming, but they seemed to have the opposite effect on her wayward body. She gave in to instinct and standing on tiptoes ran her free hand through his slightly too long hair and tugged his head down. He went as still as a statue when she touched her lips to his and whispered, "Then eat me."

He let go of her fingers and cupped her face with both of his large hands. The intensity of his gaze held her spellbound, until she forgot all about where they were, what he was, and what was waiting for them outside the shuttered house. All that mattered was the insistent throbbing between her legs, the blood rushing in her ears, and the need to be claimed by this man. It's as though she'd waited all her life for this moment in time, the connection she felt to him so strong it took her breath away. The room swayed, and she would have fallen had he not chosen that moment to pick her up and set her on the kitchen table, sending the parcel and her cup of chocolate flying. Splatters of the dark liquid shot up the kitchen wall, but neither took any notice.

Drake ran his index finger over the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck, and his fangs ran out further. Her insides clenched in excitement, as he ran that digit lower, over her collarbone, until it skimmed the top of her breasts visible in the V of her pajama top. Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples turned into little hard bullets straining against the fabric. She instinctively rocked her hips to grinds her aching pussy into the hard table top, but his hand on her thigh stopped her.

"Don't. When you splinter it will be under my hands and tongue, so I can eat your cum, and then bury my cock so deep inside you, you'll never want me to leave."

His voice held an edge of steel, and he pulled her legs apart and placed his hand on her moist core. His smile turned wicked at her instant moan, as a fresh wave of her juices turned the crotch of her flannel nightwear as damp as her panties. He inhaled sharply and stroked her through the fabric with slow, measured movements that had her squirming anew. His other hand expertly unbuttoned her top until her breasts fell free, and she gasped when he blew across the tight nipples.

"Drake, please." She didn't know what she was begging for exactly, too caught up in her body's reaction to the sensations overtaking her. Drake claimed her mouth in answer, his tongue exploring her mouth with a breathtaking tenderness that brought tears of joy to her eyes. The slight sting from his fangs added another dimension to the experience. His hand massaged one breast and then the other, before he broke the kiss, whilst his other hand kept up the maddening strokes to her pussy. She ground her clit into his hand, desperate for him to increase the pressure and to free her of the clothes she was wearing. She moaned her frustration when he released her instead. Drake used both hands to push her breasts together. She clung to his shoulders and locked her ankles behind his butt. He smiled against her skin and scraped his fangs along the sensitive skin of her neck and down towards the valley between her breasts. His tongue delved between, and his thumbs brought the already hard nubs of her nipples into aching peaks of sensation. By the time he sucked one of the sensitive bullet points into his mouth, she was once again shamelessly thrusting her hips into his groin, the resulting friction against her clit having her pant her arousal.

"Please, Drake, I need to … oh God … yes, yes."

She fell apart when he bit down, and his fangs sank into her breast. The most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced coursed through her veins, every strong suck against her nipple, shooting straight to her empty pussy. Drake's deep growl as he thrust his still covered cock against her vibrated through her, and she shuddered against him. He released her nipple with a pop and wiped the trickle of blood off his chin with another growl at whatever he saw her in her expression.

She shrieked in surprise when he whipped her pajama bottoms and panties off with lightning speed so that her bare pussy hit the cool surface of the table. He licked the trickle of blood trailing down her quivering lower tummy, and her eyes fell shut at the first contact of his tongue on her tender nether lips. 

"You're so wet for me, and you taste fucking spectacular, Suz. Come for me again."

*****

Hope you enjoyed this look at our tale. Now hop onto the other fantastic blogs in this hop.

Stay naughty, folks.
D xx



Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Spotlight on A to Zane with @CherieNicholls #shiftersofhillside #newrelease

I just love Cherie's shifters and as we all know I have a soft spot for tigers. In this, book four of The Hillside Shifters, Zane is a tiger.

Yummy! Don't take my word for it however. Check it out for yourself.



When Zane spots Abby, his tiger demands he stop everything and pursue. Zane couldn't agree more. Kickass she may be, but he knows just how to handle prickly women in denial of their own sexuality.

Abby has enough to do dealing with her overprotective family and friends. It’s practically a full-time job just keeping them out of jail. She really doesn't need a sexy tiger shifter throwing her libido into overdrive.

She has a business to run, and no matter how pretty the kitty is, she has more important things to deal with.


However, when her past catches up with her, the kitty may just prove to be her salvation. Damn it!

Excerpt:


“It’s customary to wait for a response when asking a person to dance.” Zane spoke directly into her ear.
Abby’s breath caught as he started to sway to the beat of the music. A song with a heavy beat and slow tune started to play. She caught a glimpse of Laney walking away from the DJ booth. Damn her interfering ass.
“You know, from here I can see right down your top.” Zane said it so matter of fact, it surprised a laugh from her.
“A gentleman wouldn’t look.”
“Baby, I’m an animal. You should remember that.”
They moved together, her pressed so tight against his chest, she could feel the straps of his leather top outlined on her back.
They found a natural rhythm together, something Abby refused to analyze. It didn’t mean anything. Just two people who could move to the music, is all.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, his hand resting on her hip, Zane used the other hand to stroke down her arm, stopping to link their fingers together.
It all felt so right, as if they’d been doing it for years … for their entire lives. Abby let her head drop back against his chest. She was half aware of her family watching them, and she knew she should care, but in Zane’s arms, she really didn’t give two flying hoots.
Zane bent lower, kissing his way along the exposed length of her shoulder, along her neck and to her ear. He sucked in the lobe. When he grazed the soft flesh with his fangs she was sure she’d melt into a giant, Abby-sized puddle right there at his feet.
“Baby, you smell so good.” He purred. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?”
Before she could say anything, Zane licked the column of her throat.
“Mm, much better.”
Abby tipped her head to the side, letting him have free reign. She spent the rest of the song in the most sensual haze she’d ever experienced. Zane grabbed the back of her head, pulling and twisting it to give him complete access to her lips. He plundered her mouth, not asking for access but taking it. His tongue took over, tasting her, claiming her mouth for his own.



Cherie Nicholls is an author of Paranormal Romance. By day she is an IT Manager and by night she whips up worlds where alpha men find their mates and people are always more than human.

Cherie was born and lives in London, UK and is a daughter, sister, sister-in-law, aunt, aunt-in-law, great-aunt, and godmother in an ever growing family. She has a passion for shifter stories, most any sport and thimbles...don’t ask.  
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@cherienicholls, writing paranormal erotic comedy, with a fetish for thimbles..go on you know you want to ask why www.cherienicholls.co.uk

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Friday, 2 August 2013

Release Day #7SinfulSecrets #bloghop #giveaway @evernightpub


*dances*

It's here, and to celebrate the release of 7 Sinful Secrets we're holding a blog hop. As you can see this runs from August 2nd  - August 5th and here are the rules.

Contest/Giveaway info:

Grand prize: $25 Amazon or All Romance Gift Card.
To qualify for this prize the entrants must visit all the blogs on the hop, leave a comment in each blog post and complete all the mandatory entries on the rafflecopter.

Runner up prizes: 12 eBooks from the authors backlists for 12 winners.
To qualify for this prize, the entrants must leave a comment on one blog at least and complete the rafflecopter entries. One winner will be chosen from comments in each blog.

The contest is open to international entrant. All entrants must be 18 years and over. Content closes at midnight 5 August 2013. Winners will be chosen and announced within 1 week of the end of the contest.




Now, lets give you a little insight into why we are celebrating. 7 Sinful Secrets is a collection of Erotic Short stories bound to satisfy. There is nothing nicer than sharing your release day with friends, and I consider everyone of the my lovely co-authors in this Anthology my friends.

My story is called The Knickers...


Discovering frilly French Knickers in your husband's dry cleaning can only mean one thing, right? They're certainly not Mareijke's! Devastated at this find, she returns home early and walks in on the unmistakable sounds of Stefano in the throes of passion… but are things what they seem, or is her sex life about to take a rather kinky turn?

Here is the official excerpt, which is taken from my story - Enjoy!

"Because seeing you dressed like this makes me horny as hell."
He had to be hearing things. She could not mean what she had just said. However the short bursts of her warm breath against his neck and the hardness of her nipples against his arm confirmed the truth behind those words, as clearly as the musk of her arousal. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be wet for him. Her body gave her away, as surely as his own responded to her. The dominant in him rose to the fore, and he halted the upwards progress of her hand with a growled, "No."
She froze, and he fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head backward to enable him to study her face. Stefano lost himself in the tender and hopeful expression mirrored in her beloved features, and he kissed the tears still clinging to her eyelashes away.
Mareijke sighed in submission, and he smiled into the kiss he slanted across her lips. How he had missed her, the simple act of kissing, tentative strokes of her tongue matching his forceful ones, as he took the kiss deeper, angling their bodies until she was lying underneath him on the bed. He yanked the cushion still between them away with an annoyed growl and thrust his frill covered cock into her groin. She gasped into his mouth and clung onto his shoulders. Arching her hips to meet him thrust for eager thrust, she locked her ankles behind his ass, and Stefano grunted his approval. This is what he needed, this reassurance that she still wanted him as much as ever, and suddenly he couldn't wait anymore. He wanted her bound and naked, the silky walls of her tight pussy milking his cock, as he fucked her hard and fast.
He broke the kiss with a bite to her lower lip that made her squirm, and he cupped her mound. The damp fabric made him smile almost as much as her hiss of pleasure when he pressed against her clit. A shudder went through her, and her eyes went wide when he straddled her legs.
"Grip the headboard for me, and don't let go."
She complied immediately, and he grabbed the ends of her sensible blouse and yanked hard. Buttons popped and fabric ripped as he pulled the thing clean off her, and his breath stalled in his lungs at the vision in front of him. His wife's ample breasts were barely concealed by the scraps of red lacy scaffolding covering the heavy mounds, and he ran his knuckles across the hard nubs clearly visible through the see-through fabric. They firmed even more, and she arched into his touch. Her little teeth made imprints on her bottom lip, swollen from his kisses, and her whole body shook in need when he ran a finger under her bra cup. He pulled it down freeing that breast to his gaze and with a grin at her bent down and sucked the rosy tip of her nipple into his mouth.
"Stefano … please…" Her lust-filled moan shot straight to his cock, and he suckled harder, kneading the other nipple between his fingers. He knew how responsive she was to this kind of stimulation, and helplessly trapped as she was under his legs, he could feel the rising tension of her body, her desperate need to come. Breath coming in short gasps, her auburn hair feathered across the pillow, she held onto the headboard with a white knuckled grip, as her body clambered towards release. She screamed her annoyance when he released her nipple and bit down hard, causing her to pant harder. With an audible rip the delicate lace of her bra gave way under his ministrations and her bountiful curves spilled into his waiting hands. Stefano pushed them together and blew across her distended nipples. Mareijke squirmed underneath him. A fierce blush spread across her sweat-slicked skin, and her head rolled form side and side. He drank in the sight of his wife lost to her arousal, and a sense of calm settled over him, like it always did, when he gave her pleasure. Even without the discussion that they would have to have soon, he knew that all would be all right between them. Stefano lifted himself off her and pulled her pants off, taking her lacy thong with them. The musk of her arousal drew him, and he left the trousers dangling just under her knees. Pushing her knees up, he angled her lower body until she was half lying on her side. With her hands still clutching the headboard and her legs trapped inside her trousers she had nowhere to go, and he ran his hands down the curve of her hip and kneaded her ass cheeks. She pushed into his hand with a small moan, and he brought his hand down on one shapely ass cheek.
"Yesssss, again … Please, Stefano … I need." The rest of whatever she was going to say was lost in the sound of his hand connecting with her milky flesh, and his cock threatened to split its lacy covering, seeing the red marks of his possession. Hearing Mareijke's needy sighs in his ears he couldn't wait one minute longer. The sheets of the bed were stained with her arousal, and without further ado he freed his throbbing dick and aligned himself with her wet entrance.
"I'm going to fuck you now, cara. Is that what you want?" He growled his question into her shoulder and bit her ear, soothing the sting with his tongue.



Seven marriages—seven sinful secrets.

Marriages shouldn't have secrets, should they? Follow our seven couples, as they come to terms with the fact that their partner has been holding something back from them. Will it make or break their relationship? Read on to find out, and have your fan at the ready, because these secrets are hot!

Be Warned: menage sex, bondage, sex toys, brief f/f sex, spanking

Buy links: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/seven-sinful-secrets/

http://www.amazon.com/Seven-Sinful-Secrets-ebook/dp/B00EA96QQE/

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Wednesday, 15 May 2013

An Interview with a male sub shifter and his Domme with @CherieNicholls #newrelease

Some folks are hard to track down, I tell you. Well, I guess it's only to expected with Cherie Nicholls's characters. They are shifters after all and I shall keep my grumbling to a minimum.

Ticking off a shifter Domme would not be the wisest move I don't think....even if it is Under A Moonlit Night



Tracing His Heart by Cherie Nicholls

Carter Jones, known as Jones to his friends, lost part of his soul a long time ago. He had to make a choice between his pack and his heart, a choice that has haunted him and his wolf for years. Rhea Gracefield, Domme, business woman, and lone wolf, was forced out of her pack when the wolf she loved told their secret. What happens when Jones finds his way in to the Domme’s Domain?


buy link:  http://www.lsbooks.com/under-a-moonlit-night-p789.php

Interview:


An Interview with a male sub shifter and his Domme.

Rhea is sitting in a chair and Jones is kneeling on a pillow at her feet. The male wolf shifter is sitting back on his heels and still seems like a giant of a man.

Q. How hard is it being a submissive male shifter?

Jones: It’s not hard for me at all. For other people, not all but some I won’t mention, they find it hard to accept that what I and Rhea have is right. But I don’t really care what they think, I have a hot confident woman in my bed, how many of them can say that?

Q. Who trained you?

Jones: Rhea did, well we started out together but then. Jones looks at Rhea with such sadness is hard to see. Well then things happened and we weren’t together for a long time. I can’t claim to have been celibate.

Rhea strokes a hand down his head calming him.

Q. Why do you feel the need to submit to Rhea?

Jones grins 

Have you seen her? Who wouldn’t want to submit to her?

Rhea: Don’t believe him; he likes to push my buttons.

Q. Rhea, what makes you want to be in charge?

Rhea: To have the trust of someone in my hands, something that’s so fragile that one wrong move could destroy it, is a heady feeling.

Q. How did you feel when he walked into your club after all that time?

Like I wanted to rip his throat out and watch as he gasped for his last breath.

Q. Sub 'torture' of choice?

Hmm, I do love to torture him. But if I had to pick I’d say having him tied up and refusing to let him come until I say. Now that is really fun.

Jones looks less than impressed

Q. Favourite toy?

Rhae: Actually it’s my hands. I’m very tactile with my sub. Also It’s not like I can ever forget to pack them, is it.

Q. What do you like most about the other person?

Jones: Everything

Rhea: What he said.


*****

Okay, maybe I forgive them for being late.

*grins*

Now, I bet you can't wait for an excerpt, right?


“What I want,” she said finally, “is you on that bed, on your back with your wrists by the headboard in ten seconds or so help you.” She took a step to the side and started to count. “One, two, three.” Jones moved, making it to the bed and positioning himself, as she’d commanded.

“Nine, ten. Good boy.” She smiled at him as she came to stand by the bed. Heat blossomed inside him at her words. He always loved pleasing her.

She moved to secure his wrists to the headboard with cuffs he hadn’t seen. Just as quickly, she immobilized his ankles.

“You do make a pretty picture.” She told him as she glided a finger down his body, pulling a shiver from him.
“Hmmm, I do enjoy when you do that. I wonder what else I can do to make you shiver.” Without warning she leaned forward and took his hard erection into her mouth until he tapped the back of her throat.

“Sweet mother!” Jones roared as the sensations zinged around his body. With a long slow lick she pulled away from him.

“Tut tut, naughty boy, I don’t remember saying you could speak?”

“Please Mistress.” He panted the words. She’d barely touched him and already he was ready to come, and come hard.
 
****

Sounds like a must read to me!


Friday, 20 April 2012

Release day!!!

Lots of demented hopping is going on here today, because The Alphas, Blood Bar Chronicles, Book One releases today. My contribution is Saving Hope.

“Saving Hope” 

Noelle has only one thing on her mind — how to save her sick daughter from a mysterious illness. The night out with the girls ought to be a distraction, but it turns out to change her life forever.

Fate is not something Henri, a two thousand year old vampire, takes lightly. When he steps into the bar teeming with Supernaturals, there is only one scent he finds. Noelle was the one woman he’d never forgotten. She held a secret that could cause a war. With time finally ticking in his ear, there is only one decision he can make — he has to protect her or die trying.

*******

To say I am excited would be an understatement, but today I am in good company. You see the ladies who are in this anthology with me belong to my amazing Critique Group UCW. 

You will have heard me wax lyrically about the UCW girls on more than one occasion, and I will no doubt continue to do so for years to come. They are so much more than 'just' critique partners. They have become firm friends and my second family and I know I wouldn't have achieved half of what I have, without their support, critique, whip cracking and holding of hands that happens every day in our group.

Don't believe me? Look at this UCW Banner our resident IT Guru Cherie Nicholls made to celebrate the group's achievements over the last year.


We are adding to those covers all the time! 

Talking of Cherie Nicholls, it was one of her random ideas (she's famous for them) that is to blame for this anthology. We were all in a bit of a writing slump, and waiting on submissions and Cherie said, "I had this idea..."
We all groaned and then sat up and took notice when she explained it. Just for fun (famous last words)let's take a group of ladies round a table in a bar, we all take one lady and tell her story.

We swapped ideas, came up with a theme and off we went. Breathless Press heard about our group project, said could they have a look and the rest is history. All three books in the series have now been accepted, so look out for them in the months to come.

Pretty awesome stuff all round. I had such fun writing this story and working closely with my mates and we are very proud of the Alphas. If you like shifters, vampires, fire elementals, time travel and a bit of Egyptian history and prophesy thrown in and lots of heat, then give the Alphas a whirl. You will not be disappointed and yeah, I am biased, but as Cherie would say, Bite me!

*grins*
The Alphas are all giving away an e-copy of our new release, so you have four chances to get your little hands on one. Just leave a comment below and then hop on to Cherie Nicholls, Arya Grey, and Jorja Lovett. If their posts aren't up yet, they soon will be, so do check them out. 

*gets her whip out to get the other three to blog*

All that remains is to leave you with a little excerpt.

"Belle, as much as I would love for you to undress me, there is no need. I'm fine." His large hands on hers stilled her feverish attempts, and the mocking words finally registered over the frantic beating of her heart.
"How can you say that? You're not fine, there is too much blood. We—" His grip under her chin forced her to look up at him, freezing her protests. As she watched, the lacerations on his throat and cheek closed in front of her eyes. But that was impossible, unless…"What in the world are you?"
The man—thing, whatever he was—froze at her whispered words, and the brief glimpse of pain she caught in the indigo depths of his eyes before he looked away, spoke to her more than any words could have. The coolness of his skin seeped into her hands still resting on his shirt, and she bit her lip to stop from reacting further as all the puzzle pieces clicked into place. It all made sense now. From the minute she had spotted him all these years ago, she had been unable to resist him, and even now all her body wanted was for him to bury his cock deep inside her, and damn the consequences. Her hands moved over the muscles in his chest of their own accord, traveling up to his throat over the just-closed tear. They skimmed along the strong jaw, stopping just short of his full mouth. She watched his fangs descend with a soft click.
"What do you think I am, ma belle?" His deep voice washed over her, increasing the tingles in her core. Moisture pooled between her legs, and she couldn't quite stop her low moan of arousal. He tightened his hold on her arms for a moment before he pushed her away. "Noelle, listen to me, there is something you need to know. You're not yourself." He paused, shaking his head at her as she strained to get closer to him. "If you were, you'd be running away screaming by now, not looking at me with come-fuck-me eyes."
Instead of appalling her, the crude words sent a renewed burst of her juices into her already drenched knickers. She locked her fingers behind his neck, but he wouldn't budge, even as she tried to close the distance between them.
His voice was a low rumble in her ear. "Noelle, listen, you're under a spell. What you feel right now, it's not real."
Damn him, he talked too much. She so needed to come. Of course she was under a goddamn spell, one of his doing. She hardly recognized the needy voice coming out of her mouth, pleading with him. "I don't care, just—Please, I want you."


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Monday, 27 February 2012

Guest Interview - Cherie Nicholls - Leashed By The Wolf

It gives me great pleasure to welcome a personal friend and member of our awesome Critique group UCW to my blog today. Cherie's debut novel Leashed By The Wolf released today.

Mechanic Laney St. Clair doesn’t want much in life. All she wants is to run her father’s garage as she sees fit, her brothers to stop treating her like she is still their baby sister, and for Heath Marsterson to realise that under all the grease and overalls she is a grown woman, ready, willing, and able to show him just how talented her hands can be.
Heath’s an alpha shifter who knows he needs a mate to help him rule. A strong woman who can stand with him and up to him when needed, a woman who can help keep his pack safe. What he doesn’t need is a fragile human whose family protects her as if she’s made of spun glass. No matter how persuasive little Laney-girl tries to be or how much he wants her, Heath knows she’ll never be strong enough to handle his true self no matter what she says, moans, screams…

Now, tell me, does that not sound great? I know Cherie is just a tad excited today, lol.

Hi Cherie, how excited, nervous, etc are you?




ARGH !!!!!

*Big Grin*

Hi Doris and everyone!!  Thanks  for  inviting me to visit

Q.Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

By day I am an IT geek and by night an author, makes me sound like some sort of super hero….but I am not, which kinda sucks. I would love a cape!..... Anyway I love to write shifter stories with a little bit of domination thrown in the luck.

And you write them so well. I may just be one of Cherie's biggest fans, folks!

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

Hmm, I am not sure really. It started out with a small idea about a woman waiting in a bar and just grew from there. Leashed by a Wolf grew from there and I fell head over heels for Heath. *swoon*

Q. Tell us about your cover.

My cover was designed by Amanda Kelsey and it is stunning. Not that I am biased or anything. It shows Heath and Laney off perfectly.

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

Pfft! Typical? Is there such a thing? I have a day job which means I have to write around that and to be honest depending on what time I get home I may not write at all. But when I do get the time to really focus I require two things, coffee and music, directly plugged into my ears so that all I see is the world I am creating.

Q. What inspires you?


Everything and anything. It’s as simple as that really. From a passing stranger, to advert, to a partially overheard conversation. Anything can spark that little gem of an idea and send my mind off racing creating new worlds and characters.

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

I am an IT manager so I guess I would be just an IT Manager……which made me have “sad face” thinking about it.

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?


Yes! Sometimes I have no idea where the things I am writing come from. There is no lead in or suspicions and then BAM! Curve ball! People think a writer controls the stories they write….yeah I wish…. The characters have their own ideas and will most def let you know what they want you to know only when they are ready and not before.

Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?

Music…….I can’t write a single word unless I have earphones on and music playing.

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

Try it. I have been writing, without telling anyone for years. My stories were my hidden little treasures until 2010 and I met a group of ladies who inspired me to try my hand at writing something and sending it to a publisher.
If the first publisher doesn’t want it, keep trying, never give up if this is your dream. There is the perfect publisher out there for everyone… you just have to find them.

Hear, hear, Cherie!

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?


Writing, enjoying life, wondering if Joe Manganiello has realised yet that I am the perfect woman for him……you know the usual!

LOL! He is yummy. *says this old married lady, looking over her shoulder to make sure hubby is not wacthing* 

*grin*

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

I have two I think….
Don’t worry until there is something to worry about
And
Positive thinking leads to positive results

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

Yep, all the time. The “well” runs dry and I can’t think of a single thing to write. But, thankfully, it doesn’t last for long……usually.

Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?


Well, I have another book coming out in March, part of an antho with some random strangers! NO HITTING ME DORIS!!!!!  Hahahah nope, The Blood Bar Chronicles Book One – The Alphas comes out in March, my story is the second in there The Alpha’s Vixen. The whole series is about a group of women in go to a writers meeting one night in a new bar and the adventures they have from there….I won’t spoil it but let’s just say…..Mermen, Shifters, Vampires and Time Travellers….and that’s just the first book!! 

Random strangers huh. Well, that's it. No more Markus cuddles for you! 

And folks, as one of the random strangers in it *glares some more at Cherie* that anthology is pretty hawt!

Q. And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

Of Course!! 

Excerpt


Heath took a step back from her warm, inviting body, growling low when she went to follow him.
“Laney we can’t do this,” he said in one rushing breath. He watched the tempting little vixen take a deep breath of her own, grabbing for control before she looked up at him, the confusion and hurt clear in her eyes.
“Why not?”
It was a simple enough question for her to ask. After all it was barely a minute since he’d had her pinned up against the truck, but to answer her truthfully could lead to more, so much more than Heath could handle right now. Bringing Laney into his life would be dangerous for them both. The old Alpha—the man who he had ousted—was back and had started to cause problems for the pack. But he couldn’t explain that to Laney, at least not now.
“Because we can’t, Laney. Do you know what your brothers would do to me if they found out I kissed you?” he said instead, making his wolf howl in protest as he pulled his coat more securely around her body.
Just like that, Heath watched as the sexy, cool, well-kissed woman disappeared and the woman he knew, the rough-edged tomboy, came roaring back. Her eyes, full of cold fury, turned on him.
Slowly she pulled both lapels of his coat out of his hands and stepped to the side away from him. Never once did she break eye contact with him.
“I apologise.” There was nothing but contained fury in her voice. “I should have realised you wouldn’t do a thing without checking with every male in my family.” She snapped each word at him.
“Now come on, Laney-girl, don’t be like that.” He reached for her again. He figured he had hurt her feelings and that didn’t sit well with him.
“No, it’s okay.” She stepped back out of reach. “I understand if you’re not man enough to stand on your own without my family backing you up. I understand you’re scared of them. It’s okay.” She shrugged out of his coat and handed it back.
“But you need to realise I am not some sweet innocent girl. I’m nearly thirty years old, and this is not the Middle Ages where only the married females have sex. I was away at college for four years and I know exactly what I like.” She ran her gaze down his body. “I thought that I liked you, that maybe you could help me scratch an itch, but I am woman enough to admit I was wrong. Have a good evening, Heath. I plan to.” Laney’s gaze wandered over him one more time before she walked back into the bar.
Heath watched her go. For once both his wolf and his human were in agreement, and both were confused. Laney knew damn well he wasn’t scared of her brothers; he only had a healthy respect for them that any sane man would. But the one thing that seemed to focus both sides of his soul was her reminder that she wasn’t a child, that another man had laid hands on her.
That’s where his confusion came from, because both sides had growled one word when she had talked about her past, a word he had never thought of when talking to a woman—any woman—until now.
Mine.



Thanks so much for having me Doris! This is my very first release and I hope people like it!

They will love it Cherie, it's such a great story!

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